Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Papua New Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sugar Minott to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cymande,
Letta Mbulu,
Mr. Review,
The Move,
This Heat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sixth Finger,
Black Flag,
Brick,
EPMD,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Warren Ellis,
Sandy B,
Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Black Dice,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gong,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Half Japanese,
Erykah Badu,
Saccharine Trust,
Bronski Beat,
The Martian,
The Moleskins,
Slave,
The Kinks,
B.T. Express,
Agent Orange,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Teasers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantaleimon,
Main Source,
Rites of Spring,
Skarface,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Searchers,
Ludus,
Porter Ricks,
Pagans,
John Cale,
Oblivians,
10cc,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arab on Radar,
Stetsasonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Ohio Players,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.